Even though everything seems pointless, in the end, I can’t help but hold on to what remains.
Forgive me, if you can, for what, I know not.
I’m tiring of this world, though I do not long for the next.
In the end, I long to feel. It has been too long.
The world used to be such a vibrant place.
The cold is my friend.
Fascination ends, I guess.
Liberation carries no worth, for the impact it shall have.
I’ll end it here, else it’ll be endless.